The Gift of Spring

One early spring day when I was about 22, I saw a Robin Redbreast, and heard his cheery and happy call echo through the woodland and fields. As there were no other birds to be seen at that moment, I was unprepared for what happened next. It seemed to me that every native bird of Georgia suddenly appeared and began singing: cardinals, tufted titmice, chickadees, and all of their friends. And it struck me then that they had all just been waiting for the herald to announce that Spring had finally arrived! This idea filled me with such joy that within five minutes the following words had assembled themselves on the page in front of me. It was a gift; something that flowed through me. I have long thought of having it published, but it has languished in darkness long enough and needs to be as free as the beautiful bird of Spring that inspired it.